Lines about life. That's the concept here.

Ideally there's a beach or a bonfire or a splash of rum involved too.

But I haven't been too picky about that.

By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake I had my head out the window and Janey’s fingers were in the cake I think I really dug her ‘cause I was too loose to fake I said, “I’m hurt.” She said, “Honey, let me heal it” And we danced all night to a soul fairy band And she kissed me just right, like only a lonely angel can She felt so nice Just as soft as a spirit in the night